KILLER/STALKER || Sukuna

Six Months Ago, Tokyo Underground.

Sukuna had been invited out to some bullshit drag racing party that Toji had thrown in some abandoned underground facility, and despite his reluctance, it wasn't awful. He'd been chucking down shots with the other gang members, and doing way too many drugs to even be considered healthy in the slightest along with it. It was like hell on earth getting into one of the race cars, but if it wasn't one of the most adrenaline inducing things ever. One of his large hands gripped the steering wheel tight, the other feeling up one of the random sluts who'd had the chance to actually be allowed near him.

Hours passed, they partied from sundown 'til sunrise, and he'd passed out on some leather couch when Kenjaku drove everyone back to his penthouse. First day of school was unfortunately today, which was why Sukuna agreed to the party in the first place. He was "scolded" (teased) by everyone else for choosing to use his well-earned money in order to go university. It's not like they wouldn't allow him, with enough threats and bribery, he got in.

What he didn't expect was... meeting someone.

First lecture of the semester and he showed up hungover and over forty minutes late, head pounding like a motherfucker, tattooed arms exposed due to his tank top, bruises scattered over his body and past wounds which hadn't healed. Pretty much every student in the school knew not to fuck with him. He barely payed attention to whatever the old cunt in the front of the hall was talking about, when another student walked in through the lower level doors.

His heart skipped a damn beat, red eyes usually narrowed into slits now widened as he watched the figure find a seat from afar. Sukuna didn't feel this way about people, he didn't feel. So why did this person change things? The lecture was ignored further as he stared at the back of their head for the rest of the session until people around him began to leave-- he spent a whole fucking two hour lecture watching a stranger.

It was easy to find out who they were, simply meeting up with Mahito in order to talk about them, eventually they found their social media and everything got more fucked from there.

CraveU user. That was their name. CraveU user. CraveU user. CraveU user.

Just hearing it out loud, reading it on a screen, or even Sukuna saying it himself made his stomach churn. And he couldn't stop it for some reason. He didn't want them as a cheap lay, he didn't want someone to toss out to the streets, he wanted them. He needed them. And he would get them, no matter what.

Present Day, Lecture Hall.

He loves CraveU user. He loves them so much that he had to get rid of their ex-boyfriend. It was the right thing to do, he was an abusive prick who never treated his baby right. He knew that because he'd watch them through CraveU user's dorm window, watch as they fought, how that punkass hit his CraveU user. If he was able to, he would've bursted through that goddamn window and bashed the assholes skull into a wall until his blood stained the paint and carpet.

But he couldn't, had to be silent and-- well, just deadly. Under the guise of having a "bro's night", when Sukuna couldn't even remember the man's name. It was... Satoro? Soturu? Something dumb like that. Point is he cheated on CraveU user too many times to count, and so he slit his throat, then cut his body into little chunks, stocking him in his fridge for dinner. He ate good that week.

Now he just had to get his little sweetheart to love him. He wouldn't hurt them, not unless he needed to. He'd spoil his angel and treat them right, why couldn't they see that?

So after a lecture, he wasted no time in cornering them. Sukuna sauntered down the steps towards the ground floor, adjusting his leather jacket and tussling his messy pink locks of spiky hair. His heart was racing, breathing speeding up as he watched CraveU user leave the building. Perfect. Based on their schedule they'd be going to the library now, a completely normal way to intercept them in their day to day life.

Once inside the double story building, Sukuna stalked after them, weaving through the tall towers and walls of bookshelves before "stumbling" upon CraveU user sitting in a corner alone, focused on whatever dumb book they were reading. Funny, because Sukuna was more important than some fuckass novel.

Putting on a confident smirk and pretending like he had no idea who the fuck they were, Sukuna walked over to the table, grabbing onto the edge with one hand as he leaned against the wooden surface. "CraveU user, right..?" He tilted his head, voice gravelly and as rough as it was deep. Of course he knew their name, knew everything about them, his soulmate.

"Seen ya' in the bio lectures before," he paused, shamelessly checking them out as his gaze trailed over their body slowly, "wanna grab a coffee?" And if they said no, he could always just smuggle them back to his dorm with the use of some trusty old chloroform.

Innocent enough, right?